they’re frustrated, abstract’s deification
I steadfastly refuse, to accept
exasperated, I simply suggest
they glean wisdom of substance, instead
deflated, each
slumping back to our corners, blinking
pages, through our mind’s ammunition
across our battlefield of love for Poesy
we sip upon our ink of passion, waiting
that starter liquid of impatience
igniting our muse of vehemence
indignantly, posturing eyes once more blazing
leaping from fallible stools, we tattoo our will
upon dedication’s wings, bells of fate chiming
oh what mirage of glory
sojourns within dialectic
born of our creativity’s stubbornness
and life’s segregating, interpretations
© L. B. Mek
March 2023
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This poem is a powerful and evocative exploration of the joys and struggles of creative expression, and a testament to the importance of staying true to one's artistic vision.
i'm glad you think so, dear poet
glad you enjoyed the read
thank you!
Dali himself would be proud of your title .. and I don't mean Mr. or Sir .. but the header, up there for your most recent creation ..
made me proud to be in the same gang as you guv'nor .. Neville
(in those canvas realities, Poesy rules
we be brethren's, I like to think
poetic bonded by that voracious, vitality
in our sincerity's crimson ink)
thank you! Hyung
you lead, I'll aspire to follow
dear Poet supreme
"We sip upon our ink of passion", we become heady with its properties, and everything is possible. Open wide those doors and explore the hidden treasures that lay within the poet's heart. This is so beautiful my friend, I believe your quill has dipped liquid gold.
and in your eyes, it's displayed in carats
far above
my wildest dreams, dear poet kin
thank you!
Your words dance to your tune in beauty! Bravo dear poet!
thank you! kind poet
(I think that great Keats would have loved your line
'words dancing to your tune in beauty!'
capturing that lovely imagery in poetic sanguinity..)
L.B. Whether you intended it or not, this poem struck to the heart of creation. I identify so deeply with "we tattoo our will upon dedication's wings, bells of fate chiming" Wethrow our creations out there waiting for a response and it is often not what we expected, if there is a response at all. Nicely said
so true, my cherished friend
we ink, as we fish
rod's of hope, seeking worth
within artistry's murky waters
(thank you! wise Poet
hope all is well
have a blessed week)
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